#wax poetics

[isthespiceoflife]

The fans of hip-hop, particularly Wu fans, would enjoy this w-one...

#wax poetics #wu tang clan #chamber #music #nyc #art #los angeles #rap

[phwolfarc]

Feeling extremely in love with Denali—the world’s tallest peak base to summit—and the bone chilling events that happened in the late 60’s. This is not true crime, but a true nature story, if that’s any warning.

At an attempt to summit, the mountaineers encountered a chance storm that would be their final ascent. I’d like to think that it happened rather quickly. One mountaineer was deceased holding a tent pole, possibly in a hurried attempt for shelter before the wind came. Winds that were said to be up to 300 mph by a lower hiking group. Mind you, that’s equivalent to an E5 tornado. The other two corpses were found, bracing against the frosty wind. The rest of their group was unaccounted for.

That lower hiking group was had already been camping in extreme winds and decided to split from the the former group because of poor vitality and spirit. These were the cautious hikers, and, I hope, also the compassionate ones that stayed to help the sick. In the peak of the storm, previous ‘extreme’ winds had crescendoed into the worst storm witnessed by humans on Denali. The five strandees were driven into one tent: blanketed in a large snow bank, suffering from malaise, malnutrition, their own misery. At the first sign of the storm lifting, they immediately bailed lower ground. When they met the rescue party, they were greeted with warm drinks, food, and dry clothes.

I’d like to think, even after surviving that tempest, that their minds never left those who had attempted to summit. Nature had cut its path, and even I have been vulnerable at the hands of a freak storm. Caught in a storm, one is submitted into the balance with the ruling of the woods. I have extreme reverence for all the people involved in this expedition, Denali, and the entities in this world that are much much bigger than us.

-phynne

#outdoors #natural disasters #wax poetics

[fangomusic]

Kendra Morris, I Am What I'm Waiting For

New music Wednesday

In her second release of the year, a collaborative effort with Torbitt Schwartz (also known as Little Shalimar), Morris presents an album that possesses a distinctly timeless quality. The New York-based songwriter melds her raw and commanding vocals with arrangements that reveal not only a deep appreciation for diverse musical influences but also a playful inclination towards injecting elements of funky delight and neo-soul nuances into her music.

#new music wednesday #my music #great album #new music #musiclover #music #art music #kendra morris #i am what i'm waiting for #new york #wax poetics #naïve #soul #r&b #funk #karma chief #visual art #florida #dj premier #open mike eagle #mf doom #czarface #nine lives #Spotify

[edy-starr-from-insta]

I see nothing but the endless hallways,

Curling into a conch,

But escape is there if I was to reach it,

I wish I could,

Six more hours till I leave,

Till then I walk as a zombie through the halls,

Acting as the monster in the halls,

Lurching and clacking with my cart,

Lights flickering on in my presence but disappearing as I pass,

“Perfect place for a horror movie”,

A customer will utter,

I laugh it off as I remember the stories I was told,

Not just the movies,

No,

It’s much worse

#poetry #poetic #wax poetics #poetblr #horror

[soaked-doors]

nothing happened

…nothing at all

#one piece #zolu #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #*visibly shaking* #subjecting my followers to torture everytime I finish a one piece arc #but don’t worry guys. nothing happened #I’ll wax poetic about this eventually but for now all I can do is draw zoros fruitless efforts at reassuring luffy he’s fine #one piece fanart #my art

[xsadcorebenji]

observations_20230916

still without car in a town rather punitive to those who want to walk

on the lonely walk back i pass by

a parked car filled with belongings

i peek in and see someone sleeping, and can only think to myself what a relatable sight

sometimes wonder was i really better off not being in that position

but the lonesome confines of the car far and nowhere breeds monotony and in the depravity of the mundane stillness of time passing, a swelling sadness

on the wander back was a field and i wanted to lay down for a moment just to breathe the air that surrounds

yet all the signs that surround that scream

"private property" a harsh reminder that so many people would cast away their own agency for false security

comfortable convenience

on the pathway back, thought of my friend last night who drove me home, and his attempts to drive back several different ways back to break up routine

always fascinated by the habits of people who served wartime, as they seem to exhibit the same loneliness i do

the same cravings of breaks in routine

and the harrowing experience of abandon and the solitude and the waiting,

broke apart by a series of hyperactive intense moments only to be shoved back into a lazy calm, and an exhaust between the rapid shifts

was joined in the last bit back by a neighbor, we spoke a bit about nothing in particular and i welcomed the temporary companion

then wondered about how temporary and brief are all moments of cammaderies, companionship and otherwise

the harrowing taste of "nothing contains meaning"

well then why echo anything that gives the conscious being the emotion that they're "disposable"

everyone is "replaceable"

maddening aftertaste of a commodity culture

neighbor breaks asks if i understood his english and it was well spoken, but could only imagine the impatience he must've experienced from others to even ask

prior to writing this on the concept of writing i contemplated how rupi kaur really stained the taste of poetics on the tongues of many

and even then nothing feels more contrived than wax poetics which spells misery

as this was my solace prior to all these strangers invading my space and making a mockery of it

i write to conversate and connect

when you read my words do you feel anything at all?

do you feel close to me?

do you feel this all just a farce?

i miss the soft taste of spitting out my musings in an ethos without expecting echo just to be discovered and cherished by another

but now everytime i talk it feels like i am trapped in a shipwreck in a bottle

the pieces are all here

and it's easy to repair

but no one would dare

do words drink hallucinitory as

absinthe

in a vial so vile

with the afterwash of bile?

poetry demysterified and everyone can shitstain the airways with their clumsy words

and if any fury nestled in me

is watching those words get lauded over mine

and how dare you tell me to self-love

yet when i desire the same, you'd call me arrogant

then what should i do of invaded spaces?

i wonder if my words ever reached you

and i wonder if you felt like they meant anything at all

your perception of me is very subjective

and all i have is the mirror and my own perception of me.

a hall of mirrors in a solitude that rhymes to the beat of punitive solitary confinement

the prison panopticon must be everywhere then

well i just wanted the bittersweet taste of the unadulterated joy

that comes from shared hearts

could you carry me in two chambers of your heart?

and should i settle for half-hearted when no-hearted speaks abundant

all the therapy speak makes it feel like the half hearts are "healthy"

is it a miserable estate when i want to settled for three fourths your heart?

to health and other glass vases

#personal #wax poetics #poetry #musings

[ridragon]

i hate brain fog I feel like I'm drowning in a bathtub and can see the surface and need to put all my energy into gripping the sides and pulling myself out to stick just my nose out to breath, and sometimes I can, but every fucking time it's so slippery that I always lose my grip eventually and hit my head on the ceramic as I violently fall back into the lukewarm water.

#ri rambles #wax poetics #mental illness #ri are you ok? no but you dont need to worry about me.

[crayonurchin]

First art of the new year is all about re-structuring your internal monologue.

In my early 20s I was working full time in London with many social commitments and a variety of hustles and side projects.

In my later mid 20s I cater to many sensory and social drain needs I have and indulge in special interests while respecting my lower energy reserves and celebrating my different way of processing the world.

Did I get more autistic? Nah. I got less fake.

-

[Art description: Three panels showing figures on a black background. Long descriptions follow.

1. A drawing of OP as a person with hip-length hair and a dress standing sadly with her hands clapsed together in front of her. She is coloured a muted rainbow gradient. Behind her, two pairs of nondescript figures chat while smiling. White text says, ‘I’m getting more and more autistic the older I get.’ 2. OP’s colours are brighter, and her expression looks happier. Crayon-like scribbles have crossed out the text from the previous panel. 3. OP’s colours are vibrant, and she balances on one leg and throws her arms out as she dances. The text above has changed to say, ‘I’m becoming more and more myself the older I get.’ \End descriptions]

#urchin art #autism #autistic #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #actually autistic #autistic things #autistic adult #autistic artist #autistic community #listen- the process of unmasking every fiber of your fabricated being is difficult #figuring out who you are behind the mask is scary #but continuing to act in a play where only you got no script is officially cringe #(this is me waxing poetic I am very aware of the safety needs of masking but that's not the point) #the point is ask yourself #are you getting MORE xyz? #Or are you becoming MORE of you?

[babydarkstar]

honestly no wonder harrow forced ianthe to lobotomize her so she could save gideon. listen…LISTEN…if i was a secret-war-crime cult nunlet princess worshipped by my entire planet and the only person that (barely) kept me in check was my childhood nemesis—a butch a year older than me, towering over me in stature and physical prowess, and so hot it made my teeth hurt from how hard my jaw clenched in her presence, who wielded a two-handed seven-foot sword and had irritatingly huge biceps and told very lewd stupid jokes and also learned how to wield an entirely new weapon and be my bodyguard with startling accuracy in three months—only to have us finally learn to trust each other because we got invited to a magic murder mystery and then before the bubble burst i spilled the worst secret about myself that i was born because my parents murdered an entire generation and tried to Kill Her along with them and she just wouldnt die, and i told her this expecting a swift death i believed i deserved, only for her to fucking cradle me in her big butch arms and kiss me on my forehead with her soft butch mouth and just. forgive me for a shameful weight ive carried my entire life and then MAKE AN ACTUAL NECRO/CAV VOW with me despite every evil thing i have done to her……to have her tell me, in the end, bleeding and broken after putting up the most beautiful and glorious fight of her life, that she understands purpose and she understands duty and she knows loyalty more fiercely than ever now, that she knows who she is to me, that there is no her without me….to have her backed into a corner and make the ultimate sacrifice…..for me…..to recite scriptural wedding vows of eternity to me in her last wisps of soul-consciousness���..if i thought there was even a snowflake’s chance in the pyre that i could save her by turning myself into her very own locked tomb, i’d be begging ianthe tridentweirdius to crack my skull open and turn me to mush too, goddamn. i understand you harrowhark girl you don’t have to explain a thing to me. god said you couldn’t undo the lyctor’s bond bc it’d kill you. you told god and his angels that not even a lyctor’s bond could outshine the power of female spite and lesbianism and they didn’t listen. they didn’t believe you. but i heard you loud and clear and i was 17 and hormonal and hopelessly romantic not too long ago unlike those fucking dinosaurs and i’m saying it’s valid it’s what i would have done and really everyone should be thanking you for not being worse and more wretched about it, all things considered

#i think about gideon nav every day #she makes me want to eat drywall #shes so jesus shes so her own thing shes so god and savior It Is Finished divinity of love and sacrifice #honestly so much of harrow is so so relatable to me shes so real for everything she does #her little griddlehark meetcute au her little divine highness au #ive already waxed poetic about the harrow nova au #sorry to keep waxing poetic about this but i really am rotted about them #like im going insane. tamsyn muir when i get you tamsyn when i catch you #griddlehark #tlt spoilers #harrowhark nonagesimus #i am you as you are me we are one and two and two and one #i cannot conceive of a universe without you. #should i forget you let my right hand also be forgotten; add more also. if aught but death part me and thee. #I FELL INTO THE WATER AND NOW IM FREE

[acetier]

“Dead ahead. Don’t miss.”

((aka me realizing i’m still down bad for revalink at 3am : ^ ) when you call revali’s gale in the dark beast ganon fight so you can take the final shot together 👌 close up under cut!))

Edit: @ginneke​ wrote an amazing fic inspired by this piece here!

#breath of the wild #botw #link #revali #revalink #ace draws #totk comes out next month and i can't stop thinking about tHEM #revali can't be hylia's chosen one but he can be her knight's 😌 #i WILL wax poetic abt these 2 idiots forever and you CAN'T stop me

[isthespiceoflife]

One for the ages, here's a brilliant piece from Wax Poetics on one of the best forgotten UK R&B groups of 80's/90's fame, Loose Ends.

#loose ends #uk soul #r&b #Don't Be A Fool #breakthrough #carl mcintosh #soul ii soul #junior #art #soul #billy ocean #five starr #uk r&b #1980s #1990s #wax poetics #hanging on a string #Youtube

[curiouscornfieldcryptid]

okay but nessie was given the scientific name nessiteras rhombopteryx so she’d be included in the conservation of wild creatures and wild plants act of ‘75.

it’s a felony to shoot bigfoot in washington state.

the human race has sent out messages to the stars, hoping that any extraterrestrials who hear will accept our offer of friendship.

ghost hunters extend their sympathy to the souls of murder victims and bring along items that the spirits loved in life.

I think there’s something very human about the desire to believe in the paranormal. we don’t know if any of these things truly exist, but we make the offer of friendship and protection anyway. I just think it’s really lovely in its own ridiculous way.

#em has thoughts #cryptidposting #em writes terrible poetry #sorta? #idk I’m always waxing poetic about the paranormal

[blog-of-frontiers]

The thing about Wyll is that he Gets It. He knows the story. He knows the kind of man his father is and the kind of man he was supposed to be. He knew what Mizora was when he made the pact. He knew what it meant. And he was just a kid, and his city needed saving, so he did it, and he paid that price, and even knowing all of that he still tried to appeal to his father for understanding and forgiveness.

He sold his soul to do the right thing. And he was cast out. And he knew what character that should have made him.

He knows the story he's in, and every day he chooses who he wants to be instead.

#he gets it!! he fucking gets it!!!! #genre aware yet furiously optimistic king!!!!! #hes literally the peoples princess #“baldurs gate isnt a monarchy” then explain the peoples princess wyll ravengard #bg3 #the Wyll to live tag #anyway sorry for waxing poetic i just remembered i love him #wyll ravengard #im also watching acofaf. he deserves to be in a regency world #hed fucking crush #maybe i should... nay ill pocket that sentiment. for now #he said oh the scarred and scorned hero turned villain? nay i shall fucking not

[circuscountdowns]

I don’t think the crown works like this. added the full pages

#narilamb #cw suggestive #cw gore #had sir Chloe’s I am the dog on repeat for this one. #Pls understand they never actually have sex they just 4d chess mind games all the time and they think it’s better and are still in love #oh you desire to wax poetic to my skull? You are like baby watch this - eats u alive and u love it. Weirdos. #I hc that lamb has zero libido but godhood gives them huge desire to eat flesh n meat unfortunately #cotl art

[burquillos]

Watched OPLA , I am weak for the King and His Knight dynamic and apparently the red/green will continue to haunt me

#opla #me at the beginning clueless: zoro kinda reminds me of diluc #luffy starts waxing poetic abt the wind and freedom and being firm in not interfering in others dream and being able to have a choice in #following your dreams #me: oohhhh goooodd nooo oohh noooo no no no no #episode 6 happens #me:😐🍃🔥???

[your-royal-momoness]

Zuko, hungover: please tell me I’m imagining that I claimed I was the king of all the turtleducks

Sokka: I would, but then I’d be lying to the King of All Turtleducks

#turtleducklord strikes again! #you can’t tell me that Zuko isn’t the kind of drunk to just SOB over how cute things are #like turtleducks #or Druk #or Sokka - it’s how they get together #Zuko and Sokka are catching up and they get drunk and Zuko thinks he’s finally got enough courage to tell Sokka he likes him #so he starts waxing poetic about Sokka to his face #but actually #Zuko is very drunk #and he’s really just incoherently crying about how beautiful Sokka is and squishing his cheeks #still works tho #zukka #sokka #zuko #atla #avatar the last airbender #trashbending